~POEM FOR THE DAY

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O praise the Lord, for it is good

And pleasant and a joyful thing

To lift the heart, as all men should,

Who have so dear a Lord to sing.

The number of the stars He tells,

And calls each star by His own name;

No two of all His flow-ry bells

Or leaves or grasses are the same.

So individual is His thought

For all of us, did one let go

The hand of Joy, and, sore distraught,

Forget to sing, His heart would know.

From rainbow did a color float,

Or did a shining sun burn dim,

That were far less for Him to note

Than dumbness of a child to Him.

O save from that! Let grateful song

And jubilance of melody,

And loving merry-makings throng

The road that leads us home to Thee.

~By Amy Carmichael~


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~CUPPA'

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"O taste and see that the LORD is good!"

~Psalm 34:8a~

"I'm thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, 'Will I ever make it - arrive and drink in God's presence?'"

~Psalm 42:2 (MSG)~

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~where You and i meet, that's the sweet spot...

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"If you read the Bible from cover to cover you realize that it narrates (proclaims!) a true and cohesive story: the good news that through Jesus Christ God has entered history to liberate and renew the world from its bondage to sin and suffering. This is the story of God, who pursues the restoration of his creation at the cost of his own life. He is making all things new (Rev 21:5)! That’s the simple and yet profound, life- and world-altering plotline of the Bible.”

~Michael R. Emlet~

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Here is blog entitled, "God Pursues"

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Book: God's Pursuit of Man, by A.W. Tozer

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Here is a blog post about Jonah entitled, "Pursued by God with Passionate Love," and here are a couple of excerpts:

"In spite of Jonah’s faults, God still loved him with a relentless, passionate love. And so God continued to pursue Jonah. And as one peels away the layers of an onion, so God began to peel away the layers of misdirected love in Jonah’s life."

"Jonah has changed. Now Jonah, even while he was still inside the fish, was praying and believing and following God. And after three days, the fish vomited Jonah onto dry ground.  In a way, Jonah was back from the dead."

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~I SEE THE SEA

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"The sea hath no king but God alone."

~Dante Gabriel Rossetti~

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"Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither."
~William Wordsworth~

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"Life is like sea-water; it never gets quite sweet until it is drawn up into heaven."

~J.P. Richter~

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"There brews He beautiful water! And beautiful it always is! You see it glistening in the dewdrop; you hear it singing in the summer rain; you see it sparkling in the ice gem when the trees seem loaded with rich jewels!... dancing in the hailstorm, leaping, foaming, dashing...! See how it weaves a golden gauze for the setting sun, and a silvery tissue for the midnight moon!"

~John Bartholomew Gough~

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SEASIDE THOUGHTS
~by Bernard Barton~

Beautiful, sublime, and glorious,
Mild, majestic, foaming, free!
Over time itself victorious,
Image of eternity.

Sun, and moon, and stars shine o'er thee,
See thy surface ebb and flow;
Yet attempt not to explore thee
In thy soundless depths below.

Whether morning's splendour steep thee
With the rainbow's growing grace,
Tempests rouse, or navies sweep thee,
'Tis but for a moment's space.

Earth, her valleys and her mountains,
Mortal man's behest obey;
Thy unfathomable fountains
Scoff his search and scorn his sway.

Such art thou, stupendous ocean!
But, if overwhelmed by thee,
Can we think without emotion
What must thy Creator be?

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PRAYER

~by William E. Orchard~

Like summer seas that lave with silent tides a lonely shore, like whispering winds that stir the tops of forest trees, like a still small voice that calls us in the watches of the night, like a child's hand that feels about a fast-closed door; gentle, unnoticed, and oft in vain; so is thy coming unto us, O God.

Like ships storm-driven into port, like starving souls that seek the bread they once despised, like wanderers begging refuge from the whelming night, like prodigals that seek the father's home when all is spent; yet welcomed at the open door, arms outstretched and kisses for our shame; so is our coming unto thee, O God.

Like flowers uplifted to the sun, like trees that bend before the storm, like sleeping seas that mirror cloudless skies, like a harp to the hand, like an echo to a cry, like a song to the heart; for all our stubbornness, our failure and our sin; so would we have been to thee, O God.

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~SO TRUE, SO TRUE ☺

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When Heaven Invades Earth: A Practical Guide to a Life of Miracles, by Bill Johnson

(I haven't read this particular book, but it looks pretty interesting ☺)

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~VERSE FOR THE DAY

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"I'm singing joyful praise to God.

I'm turning cartwheels of joy
to my Savior God."

~Habakkuk 3:18 (MSG)~

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~POEM FOR THE DAY

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IN THE BEGINNING

by Elinor Lennen

God, the Master Sculptor, chiseled out the hills,

Hung great mountain-curtains at his window sills.

God the Artist painted murals in the sky,

Tinted all the landscape with ecstatic dye,

Cleft the dark and light, and named them night and day,

Set the circling seasons on their purposed way,

Looked upon his work, and pronounced it good,

Fashioned creatures like himself, and ordained brotherhood.

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